The Tragedies of Sophocles: A New Translation, with a Biographical Essay, and an Appendix of Rhymed Choral Odes and Lyrical DialoguesWm. Isbister, 1880 - 502 من الصفحات |
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Ægisthos Aias Antig Antigone ANTISTROPH Argives Athenian Athens Atreidæ bear bring brought child Chor Chorus Chrys Colonos counsel Creon dark dead dear death deeds Deian Deianeira did'st thou doom dost thou dread dwell E'en Edip Edipus Elec Erinnyes evil fate father fear foes friends gain Gods grief Hades hand hate hath hear heart Hera Heracles Herodotos honour Hyllos ISMENE king Laios land Lichas live look maiden Mess mother ne'er Neop NEOPTOLEMOS nought o'er Odys Odysseus oracles Orestes pain Pelops Phil Philoctetes Phobos pray reverence say'st thou see'st shame Skyros slay Sophocles sore sorrow soul speak speech stranger STROPH Tecmessa Teir tell Thebes thee Theseus thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thou may'st thou shalt thou should'st thou wilt thought thyself wailing wilt thou words would'st wrath wretched Zeus
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الصفحة 53 - From hence the lesson learn ye, To reckon no man happy till ye witness The closing day ; until he pass the border Which severs life from death, unscathed by sorrow.
الصفحة 50 - And this I charge thee, yea, and supplicate, For her within, provide what tomb thou wilt, For for thine own most meetly thou wilt care ; But never let this city of my fathers Be sentenced...
الصفحة 9 - Thou prayest, and for thy prayers, if thou wilt hear My words, and treat the dire disease with skill, Thou shalt find help and respite from thy pain, — My words, which I, a stranger to report, A stranger to the deed, will now declare : For I myself should fail to track it far, ** Finding no trace to guide my steps aright.
الصفحة 49 - O marriage rites That gave me birth, and, having borne me, gave To me in turn an offspring, and ye showed Fathers, and sons, and brothers, all in one, Mothers, and wives, and daughters, hateful names, All foulest deeds that men have ever done. But, since, where deeds are evil, speech is wrong, With utmost speed, by all the Gods, or slay me, Or drive me forth, or hide me in the sea, "" Where never more your eyes may look on me.
الصفحة 171 - Stern, mighty to destroy ! O ye who look on those of kindred race, The slayers and the slain, Woe for mine own rash plans that prosper not ! Woe for thee, son ; but new in life's career, And by a new fate dying ! Woe ! woe ! Thou diest, thou art gone, Not by thine evil counsel, but by mine. Chor. Ah me ! Too late thou seem'st to see the right. '"" Creon. Ah me ! I learn the grievous lesson. On my head, God, pressing sore, hath smitten me and vexed, In ways most rough and terrible, (Ah me !) Shattering...
الصفحة 12 - Phcebos (if the couriers told thee not) Sent back this word to us, who sent to ask, That this one way was open to escape From this fell plague — if those who Laios slew, We in our turn discovering should slay, Or drive them forth as exiles from the land. Thou, therefore, grudge not either sign from birds, Or any other path of prophecy ; But save the city, save thyself, save me ; Save from the curse the dead has left behind ; On thee we hang. To use our means, our power, In doing good, is noblest...
الصفحة 18 - Parnassos' heights, enwreathed with snow, Gleaming, but now there shone The oracle that bade us, one and all, Track the unnamed, unknown ; For, lo ! he wanders through the forest wild, In caves and over rocks, As strays the mountain bull, In dreary loneliness with dreary tread, Seeking in vain to shun Dread words from central shrine ;l Yet they around him hover, full of life.
الصفحة 46 - Palace are thrown open, and (EDIPUS is seen within.] CHORUS. Oh, fearful sight for men to look upon! Most fearful of all woes I hitherto have known ! What madness strange Has come on thee, thou wretched one? What Power with one fell swoop, Ills heaping upon ills, Than greatest greater yet, Has marked thee for its prey? Woe! woe! thou doomed one, wishing much to ask, And much to learn, and much to gaze into, I cannot look on thee, So horrible the sight!
الصفحة 10 - E'en if no voice from heaven had urged us on, That ye should leave the stain of guilt uncleansed, Your noblest chief, your king himself, being slain. Yea, rather, seek and find. And since I reign, Wielding the might his hand did wield before, Filling his couch, and calling his wife mine, Yea, and our offspring too, but for the fate That fell on his, had grown in brotherhood; But now an evil chance on his head swooped; And therefore will I strive my best for him, As for my father, and will go all...
الصفحة 34 - By their auguries, I was to slay my father. And he dies, And the grave hides him ; and I find myself Handling no sword ; . . . unless for love of me He pined away, and so I caused his death. ** So Polybos is gone, and bears with him, In Hades 'whelmed, those worthless oracles.